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Sometime near noon Jeff opens a second gem pocket. A small opening in the rock, just enough room for a hand to slip in. This pocket is filled with water, a puddle pocket. A tray appears lined with a white towel with a blue stripe. Big green crystals are pulled from the pocket and laid out. Large white buckets are brought over to hold the small crystals. Voices talk fast, talk over each other, a jumble of words. Two minutes of mine talk: “let me see that” “where did it go” “this piece probably goes to it” “w
